Last Song

Civilized All our lives Not a breath The grass unmoved To sleep inside the stillness Without blood Without air All the stares Averting eyes This was what's worse than dying My mind was set Just like the sun's red But now the sun is setting There have been some That cut me good The blood was there for letting The weekend nights Can change your life Unfold your arms One last surprise Something before we die Our eyes closed Once more will not roll This killing is good killing Despite the red and years and years of sinning Elizabeth is winning Bikes on dirt roads In st. andrews Under pines i'd let you win Canada is purity That has nothing to do with our skin Unrefined The pitch of pines Grass stained shirts And fucked up hair To breathe outside the stillness With your blood And the air Withstand the stares Straighten eyes We do not fear this dying Our eyes are closed Once more will not roll This killing is good killing Despite the red and years and years of sinning Elizabeth is winning Forget these lights We don't need so much explaining Elizabeth is winning